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⇢: Something Like a StormOn the night of June twenty-ninth a great noise wakened the besieged, followed by a rolling of drums: the enemy had managed to explode the first mine beneath the walls, blowing up a lunette and burying twenty-five soldiers. The next day, towards six in the evening, something like a storm was heard to the west,…
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⇢: HomonymOne evening, I had walked with him to his hotel on Boulevard Raspail, for it was less and less often that he slept in the studio. He’d pointed out that the hotel was only a hundred yards away from the one he’d lived in when he first came to Paris and that it had taken…
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⇢: CourageThe day of the opening of the trial, June twenty-fifth, was fair. The heat was intense.
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⇢: Nobody Likes ItLest the reader imagine that I am letting my fancy free to infer Penner’s early attitudes from his later and more rounded nature, I shall quote here some of the first scrawly-handed entries to be found in his diaries. He began his records early and continued them until his unfortunate demise. There is an astonishing…
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⇢: Babylon by Busᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ: Twenty-five dollars gets us going a ways, forty would get us a room for the night. I had to use that other twenty you gave me for cigarettes and a Red Bull for my girl. She was about to pass out. ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇʀ: But I already gave you money for your motel. ᴛʜᴇ…
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⇢: SouvenirI have walked this earth for 30 years, and, out of gratitude, want to leave some souvenir.
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⇢: Yeah, There Was Always Going to Be a June 5, 1968My telephone rang in the middle of the night,
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⇢: BloomingThat’s me in mourning. When is it? May the twenty-second. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers.…
